"Who knows, I’m not close to them either. Among Piao Changji’s women, there’s quite a number who aren’t too bright." Xiao Li whispered in my ear softly, "Wasn’t Piao Changji stabbed to death by you? A few of his women actually crashed into the pillar on the spot in a fit of passion."

"Uh...??? I thought to myself, there’s got to be something wrong with their heads. He’s short, ugly, and a perverted bastard spirit with a history of domestic abuse, yet someone still pines for him to the point of suicide?"

Now that he’s dead, those women he imprisoned should be rescued. Shouldn’t they be setting off firecrackers to celebrate?

The entire city was eerily quiet, with some regular folks hiding indoors.

Most of the Soft-shelled Turtle Spirits were bitten to death by Yu Longting’s venomous snakes, their bodies flipping over with the tortoise shells scattered all around, blood seeping into the yellow soil.

This time and place bore the appearance of an Asura City.

Yet, I felt that this Demon City had finally been cleansed.

"Longting, is there really no way to let the people from the painting leave? Now it’s not just us, there’s Xiao Li, and Beichen is waiting anxiously outside." I initially wanted to linger a bit longer with Yu Longting in this newly purified land, but now I could only discuss with him a way to leave.

Yu Longting’s tall figure cast a silhouette in the fiery sunset, "Yes, there is."

"That’s good, you’re amazing, MUA~" I tiptoed and gave him a peck on the tip of his chin.

The man squinted his profound eyes, his fingertip brushing the spot where he was kissed, seemingly savoring the moment.

Slowly, from the sleeve of his shirt with unfastened cufflinks, he took out a not-too-small-and-not-too-large bottle, "Jump inside, and you can leave."

Such a small sleeve, it could produce snakes and a bottle too.

Guess it’s his special technique; I never figured out how he got it in there.

No, wait, just now when he took off his clothes.

There was no sign of a bottle or snakes in his clothing...

"Isn’t this the Colored Glaze Immortal Vase?" I accepted it in my hands, only then confirming that I wasn’t dreaming.

Yu Longting’s fingernail lightly tapped the bottle, "Before I handed Zhao Sihai over to Qingyang, I made a request for his three bottles."

Although it was just an ordinary tap, I could feel the bottle’s properties change. It seemed Yu Longting temporarily turned the Immortal Vase into a portal.

"So, does this mean you found the last bottle and handed it over to him?" I asked.

Yu Longting curved his lips, "When I went with Qingyang, I just conveniently dug up the bottle."

Since the bottle could be retrieved from Zhao Sihai, there was no question of pretending not to find it.

"Zhao Sihai couldn’t stay long and was in a hurry to head back, so he naturally had to agree to your request." I bent down and placed the bottle on the ground, "Xiao Li, hurry over and jump into the bottle."

"Bottle?? Such a tiny thing, the mouth’s not even as thick as my finger, and you want me to jump into it??" Xiao Li looked at me like I was crazy.

I scratched my head, grabbed a rope from a nearby wooden stake, and flung it towards the bottle’s mouth.

The rope was instantly absorbed and disappeared, "See? Like how the King Golden Horn and King Silver Horn’s gourd could trap Monkey Sun inside."

Actually, the art of turning a bottle into a portal isn’t something unique to the Immortal Realm.

Many overseas special techniques have delved into similar practices, and plenty of folklore books describe them.

They mostly involved using a hedgehog’s eye, yet still opening a rift into a Different Dimension.

Old Zhao’s bottle wasn’t from this world, so naturally, it was much more advanced.